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JULY
I,
1908
ZION'S
WATCH
TOWER
I
rejoice,
dear
brother,
to
attest
again
to
you
my
full
ap·
preciation
of
your
labor
in
the
Lord,
my
fullest
confidence
and
my
earnest,
warm
and
unfeigned
brotherly
love.
I
hope
ere
long
to
see
you
again
face
to
face.
Give
all
the
Bible
House
household
our
warm
love
and
greeting.
Yours
in
him,
W.
E.
PAGE,-WiB.
[IN
REPLY:-The
Society
has
similarly
advised
the
dear
colporteurs,
and
at
the
risk
of
being
misunderstood,
has
ad
hered
to
its.
rule
of
not
making
mixed
assignments.
However,
we
consider
that
our
duty
on
this
subject
ceases
there.
Where
the
dear
friends,
for
reasons
of
their
own,
work
on
each
other's
assignment
we
do
not
feel
it
incumbent
to
object
further,
knowing
well
that
their
heart-desires
are
of
the
very
best.]
Dear
Brother
in
Christ:-
It
is
now
about
five
years
since
I
came
into
the
light
of
present
truth,
and
the
Lord
has
blessed
me
with
the
privilege
of
having
the
six
volumes
of
DAWN,
and
the
TOWERS
from
1890,
all
of
which
I
have
carefully
gone
through,
and
from
which
I
have
received
a
course
of
Bible
Btudy,
a
knowledge
of
our
heavenly
Father,
and
our
dear
Lord,
and
the
plans
and
purposes
and
my
relation
thereto,
sufficient
thanks
for
which
would
indeed
be
hard
for
me
to
put
in
words.
But
I
have
the
privilege
of
thanking
you
for
the
service
rendered
unto
me,
for
I
knew
nothing
of
the
Bible,
although
a
reader
of
it
from
boyhood,
until
the
Lord
in
his
own
due
time
placed
in
my
hands
the
U
meat
in
due
season"
from
your
hands.
I
have
in
these
past
years
learned
to
go
to
these
helps
(TOWERS
and
DAWNS)
for
all
points
that
have
perplexed
me,
and
with
very
few
exceptions
have
always
received
a
reason
able
Scriptural
explanation
that
made
things
plain
to
my
mind.
Until
now
if
a
point
comes
up
that
I
do
not
grasp
I
go
for
help,
using
the
assistance
the
Lord
has
provided
in
them
for
me
and
for
all
the
watching
ones.
The
exceptions
I
have
written
to
you
about,
and
you
know
they
have
been
few,
and
in
thanking
you
I
am
thanking
our
dear
Lord
and
Head,
who
U
has
girded
himself"
and
is
U
now
serving
the
table."
Our
heavenly
Father
I
also
thank.
I
have
practised
medicine
here
since
1889
and
had
quite
an
extensive
practice
up
to
the
present
time,
and
since
coming
into
the
Truth
Sister
Senor
and
I
have
used
up
in
the
truth,
one
way
or
another,
as
we
thought
the
Lord
would
have
us
use
it,
all
above
our
living
expenses
(and
a
provision
for
those
dependent
upon
us,
a
reasonable
one
we
hope,
until
1914),
by
sending
TOWERS,
DAWNS,
etc.,
over
the
counties
near
by.
Your
brother
in
Christ,
S.
D.
BENoa,-Missouri.
"SHE
HATH
DONE
WHAT
SHE
COULD"
The
Feast
was
spread
at
Simon's
house,
and
as
they
sat
at
meat,
A
woman
came
and
silent
stood
within
the
open
door
Close
pressed
against
her
throbbing
heart
an
alabaster
box
Of
purest
spikenard,
costly,
rare,
she
held.
With
modest
fear,
She
dreaded
to
attract
the
curious
gaze
of
those
within,
And
yet
her
well-beloved
Friend
was
there,
her
Master,
Lord.
With
wondrous
intuition
she
divined
that
this
might
be
Her
last,
her
only
opportunity
to
show
her
love;
She
thought
of
all
that
he
had
done
for
her,
the
holy
hours
She
spent
enraptured
at
his
feet,
unmindful
of
all
else,
If
only
she
might
hear
those
words
of
Truth,
those
words
of
Life.
She
thought
of
that
dark
hour
when
Lazarus
lay
within
the
tomb
And
how
he
turned
her
night
to
day,
her
weeping
into
joy.
Her
fair
face
flushed,
with
deepening
gratitude
her
pure
eyes
shone.
With
swift,
light
step
she
crossed
the
crowded
room.
She
bravely
met
Those
questioning
eyes
(for
Love
will
find
its
way
through
paths
where
lions
Fear
to
tread);
with
trembling
hands
she
broke
the
seal
and
poured
The
precious
contents
of
the
box
upon
her
Savior's
feet,
And
all
the
house
was
filled
with
fragrance
wonderful
and
sweet.
She
could
not
speak,
her
heart's
devotion
was
too
deep,
her
tears
Fell
softly,
while
she
took
her
chiefest
ornament,
her
long
And
silken
hair
and
wiped
his
sacred
feet,-when
suddenly
A
rude
voice
broke
the
golden
silence
with,
UWhat
wastel
this
might
Have
sold
for
much,
to
feed
the
pOO'l'!"
She
lower
bent
her
head-
To
her
it
seemed
so
mean
a
gift
{O'I'
lO1Je
so
great
to
make!
Again
a
voice
re-echoed
through
the
room,
her
blessed
Lord's.
(He
half
arose
and
gently
laid
his
hand
upon
her
hair)-
And
how
it
thrilled
her
fainting
heart
to
hear
him
sweetly
say,
"Rebuke
her
not,
for
she
hath
wrought
a
good
work,
what
she
COUld;
Aforehand,
to
anoint
me
for
my
burying
she
hath
come,
And
this
her
deed
of
love
throughout
the
ages
shall
be
told
I
"
*
*
*
How
oft
since
first
I
read
the
story
of
this
saint
of
old,
My
own
poor
heart
has
burned
with
fervent,
longing,
deep
desire,
That
I
might
thus
have
ministered
unto
my
Lord
and
King
,
'The
chiefest
of
ten
thousand,
altogether
lovely
One."
And
now,
to
learn-Oh
I
precious
thought,
'tis
not
too
late,
I
still
May
pour
Love's
priceless
ointment
on
"the
members"
of
his
Feet
I
Dear
Lord,
I
pray,
Oh
I
help
me
break
with
sacrificial
hand
The
seal
of
Self,
and
pour
the
pent-up
odors
of
my
heart
Upon
thy
U
Feet!"
Oh!
let
me
spend
my
days
and
nights
ill
toil,
That
I,
perchance,
may
save
from
needless
wandering,
and
help
To
keep
them
in
the
narrow
way
that
leads
to
light
and
life.
Oh
I
let
me
lay
within
their
trembling
hands
a
rose
of
love,
A
lily's
pure
and
holy
inspiration
on
their
breast
I
Dear
Master,
let
me
kneel
with
them
in
dark
Gethsemane;
Oh
I
help
me
boldly
stand
and
meekly
bear
the
scoffs
and
jeers
Of
cruel,
mocking
tongues
I
Oh!
may
I
count
no
cost,
e'en
Life
itself,
too
great
to
serve,
to
bless,
to
comfO'l't
thy
dear
"
Feet,"
And
when
the
last
drop
of
my
heart's
devotion
has
been
shed,
Oh
I
may
I
hear
thy
sweet
voice
say.
"She
hath
done
what
she
could!"
-G.
W.
Seibert,-April,
1908.
VOL.
XXIX
ALLEGHENY,
PA.,
JULY
15,
1908
VIEWS
FROM
THE
WATCH
TOWER
No.
14
NOMINAL
CHURCH
DYING,
SAYS
DR.
EATON
UBrethren,
I
say
to
you
this
morning
that
the
American
church
Ul
dying.
It
is
dying!
It
is
dying
I
Don't
forget
it!
Ten
years
from
now
if
I
lie
in
my
grave
I
would
be
willing
to
have
you
confront
me
at
the
judgment
seat
of
God
with
that
statement.
By
that
statement
I
mean
that
Protestant
Christianity
is
dying
with
marvelous
rapidity."
So
spoke
Rev.
Charles
A.
Eaton
at
the
Euclid
Avenue
Baptist
church,
Cleveland.
This
was
his
seventh
anniver
sary
sermon
before
this
congregation
and
with
passionate
earnestness
he
strove
to
bring
vividly
before
his
hearers
the
effects
of
commercialism
which
he
contends
is
sapping
the
religious
life
in
the
United
States.
He
showed
that
churches,
instead
of
gaining,
were
losing
throughout
the
world.
Dr.
Eaton's
sermon
on
U
The
Impending
Crisis
in
Ameri
can
Christianity"
is,
in
part,
as
follows:
UThroughout
the
entire
Christian
world
we
are
swiftly
passing
into
a
period
of
profound
religiaus
depression,
amounting
to
almost
complete
failure
on
the
part
of
the
church.
"In
Italy
the
headquarters
of
the
great
Roman
Catholic
church,
one-third
of
the
people
at
the
very
outside,
are
more
en
less
nominal
followers
of
the
church
of
Rome;
another
third,
po.ssibly,
are
more
or
less
sympathetic
toward
the
church,
because
it
is
politically
useful;
while
another
third
are
out
and
out
continually
and
completely
antago
nistic,
apparently
not
only
to
the
church
of
Rome,
but
to
all
farms
of
Christianity.
This
is
the
land
where
the
church
of
St.
Peter
has
had
an
unbroken
existence
for
nineteen
centuries.
BRITAIN'S
GREAT
LOSSES
"You
enter
France-the
same
story
is
true,
only
aggra
vated
and
multiplied
a
thousand
fold.
[4203]
JuLy 1, 1908 I rejoice, dear brother, to attest again to you my full appreciation of your labor in the Lord, my fullest confidence and my earnest, warm and unfeigned brotherly love. I hope ere long to see you again face to face. Give all the Bible House household our warm love and greeting. Yours in him, W. E. Pact,— Wis. [In Repty:—The Society has similarly advised the dear colporteurs, and at the risk of being misunderstood, has adhered to its.rule of not making mixed assignments. However, we consider that our duty on this subject ceases there. Where the dear friends, for reasons of their own, work on each other’s assignment we do not feel it incumbent to object hott” knowing well that their heart-desires are of the very best. Dear Brother in Christ:— It is now about five years since I came into the light of present truth, and the Lord has blessed me with the privilege of having the six volumes of Dawn, and the Towrrs from 1890, all of which I have carefully gone through, and from which I have received a course of Bible Study, a knowledge of our heavenly Father, and our dear Lord, and the plans and purposes and my relation thereto, sufficient thanks for which would indeed be hard for me to put in words. But I “SHE HATH DONE The Feast was spread at Simon’s house, and as they sat at meat, A woman came and silent stood within the open door— Close pressed against her throbbing heart an alabaster box Of purest spikenard, costly, rare, she held. With modest fear, She dreaded to attract the curious gaze of those within, And yet her well-beloved Friend was there, her Master, Lord. With wondrous intuition she divined that this might be Her last, her only opportunity to show her love; She thought of all that he had done for her, the holy hours She spent enraptured at his feet, unmindful of all else, If ome she might hear those words of Truth, those words of ife, She thought of that dark hour when Lazarus lay within the tomb And how he turned her night to day, her weeping into joy. Her fair face flushed, with deepening gratitude her pure eyes shone. With swift, light step she crossed the crowded room. bravely met Those questioning eyes (for Love will find its way through paths where lions Fear to tread); with trembling hands she broke the seal and poured The precious contents of the box upon her Savior’s feet, And all the house was filled with fragrance wonderful and sweet. She could not speak, her heart’s devotion was too deep, her ears Fell softly, while she took her chiefest ornament, her long And silken hair and wiped his sacred feet,—when suddenly A rude voice broke the golden silence with, ‘‘ What waste! this might Have sold for much, to feed the poor!’? head— To her it seemed so mean a gift for love so great to make! She She lower bent her ZION’S WATCH TOWER (205-211) have the privilege of thanking you for the service rendered unto me, for I knew nothing of the Bible, although a reader of it from boyhood, until the Lord in his own due time placed in my hands the ‘‘meat in due season’’ from your hands. I have in these past years learned to go to these helps (Towers and Dawns) for all points that have perplexed me, and with very few exceptions have always received a reasonable Scriptural explanation that made things plain to my mind. Until now if a point comes up that I do not grasp I go for help, using the assistance the Lord has provided in them for me and for all the watching ones. The exceptions I have written to you about, and you know they have been few, and in thanking you I am thanking our dear Lord and Head, who ‘‘has girded himself’’ and is ‘‘now serving the table.’’ Our heavenly Father I also thank. I have practised medicine here since 1889 and had quite an extensive practice up to the present time, and since coming into the Truth Sister Senor and I have used up in the truth, one way or another, as we thought the Lord would have us use it, all above our living expenses (and a provision for those dependent upon us, a reasonable one we hope, until 1914), by sending Towers, Dawns, etc., over the counties near by. Your brother in Christ, 8. D. SENoR,—Missouri. WHAT SHE COULD” Again a voice re-echoed through the room, her blessed Lord’s. (He half arose and gently laid his hand upon her hair)— And how it thrilled her fainting heart to hear him sweetly say, ‘Rebuke her not, for she hath wrought a good work, what she could; Aforehand, to anoint me for my burying she hath come, And this her deed of love throughout the ages shall be told!’’ * * * How oft since first I read the story of this saint of old, My own poor heart has burned with fervent, longing, deep desire, That I might thus have ministered unto my Lord and King— ‘‘The chiefest of ten thousand, altogether lovely One.’’ And now, to learn—Oh! precious thought, ’tis not too late, I still May pour Love’s priceless ointment on ‘‘the members’’ of his Feet! Dear Lord, I pray, Oh! help me break with sacrificial hand The seal of Self, and pour the pent-up odors of my heart Upon thy ‘‘Feet!’’ Oh! let me spend my days and nights in toil That I, perchance, may save from needless wandering, and help To keep them in the narrow way that leads to light and life. Oh! let me lay within their trembling hands a rose of love, A lily’s pure and holy inspiration on their breast! Dear Master, let me kneel with them in dark Gethsemane; Oh! help me boldly stand and meekly bear the scoffs and jeers Of cruel, mocking tongues! Oh! may I count no cost, e’en Life itself, too great to serve, to bless, to comfort thy dear ‘* Feet,’?’ And when the last drop of my heart’s devotion has been shed, Oh! may I hear thy sweet voice say, ‘‘She hath done what she could !?? —G. W. Seibert,—April, 1908. Vou. X XIX ALLEGHENY, PA., JULY 15, 1908 No. 14 VIEWS FROM THE WATCH TOWER NOMINAL CHURCH DYING, SAYS DR. EATON ‘‘Brethren, I say to you this morning that the American church is dying. It is dying! It is dying! Don’t forget it! Ten years from now if I lie in my grave I would be willing to have you confront me at the judgment seat of God with that statement. By that statement I mean that Protestant Christianity is dying with marvelous rapidity.’ So spoke Rev. Charles A. Eaton at the Euclid Avenue Baptist church, Cleveland. This was his seventh anniverSary sermon before this congregation and with passionate earnestness he strove to bring vividly before his hearers the effects of commercialism which he contends is sapping the religious life in the United States. He showed that churches, instead of gaining, were losing throughout the world. Dr. Eaton’s sermon on ‘The Impending Crisis in American Christianity’’ is, in part, as follows: ‘‘Throughout the entire Christian world we are swiftly passing into a period of profound religious depression, amounting to almost complete failure on the part of the church. ‘¢In Italy the headquarters of the great Roman Catholic church, one-third of the people at the very outside, are more or less nominal followers of the church of Rome; another third, possibly, are more or less sympathetic toward the church, because it is politically useful; while another third are out and out continually and completely antagonistic, apparently not only to the church of Rome, but to all forms of Christianity. This is the land where the church of St. Peter has had an unbroken existence for nineteen centuries. BRITAIN’S GREAT LOSSES **You enter France—the same story is true, only aggra vated and multiplied a thousand fold. [4203]
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